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means that if we can find the secret passage, we can get into the cellars
ourselves - perhaps before the workmen do!’ cried George, almost shouting with
excitement.
‘Exactly,’
said Julian, his eyes shining. ‘Now don’t let’s lose our heads and get too
excited. Let’s talk about it quietly - and for GOODNESS’ sake keep a watch for
Junior.’
‘Timmy
- on guard!’ said George, and Timmy at once went some paces away, and stood up
straight, looking now in this direction, and now in that. Nobody could come within
sight now, without Timmy giving a warning bark!
The
children settled down beside a hedge. ‘What’s the plan?’ asked Dick.
‘I
vote we go to the old chapel, take a line from there to the castle-site, and
walk slowly up that line,’ said Julian. ‘We might possibly see something that
would guide us as to where the secret passage is. I don’t know what - maybe the
grass might be slightly different in colour - a bit darker than the surrounding
grass, just as it was on the castle-site. Anyway, it’s worth trying. If we do
see a line of darker grass, or something like that, we’ll dig down underground
ourselves, hoping the secret passage is underneath!’
‘Oh
Ju! What a wonderful idea!’ said Anne. ‘Come on, let’s go down to the chapel
straight away!’
So
off they all went, Timmy, Snippet and Nosey the jackdaw too. He loved being
with Snippet, though he teased him unmercifully. They arrived quickly at the
chapel door and went in. ‘I always feel as if there ought to be an organ
playing when I’m inside,’ said Anne, looking round the stacked sacks of grain.
‘Never
mind about organs,’ said Julian, standing at the open door, and pointing up the
hill. ‘Now see - there’s the place where the old castle stood - where the men
are already at work - and if we take a fairly straight line to it, we should be
more or less walking over the old passage. I should think the men who made it
would drive as straight a tunnel as they could, to save themselves work. A
grinding one would take a long time.’
‘I
can’t see that the grass is any different in colour, along the line I’m
looking,’ said Dick, squinting, and everyone agreed, very disappointed.
‘So
there’s nothing to help us!’ said George, mournfully. ‘All we can do is to walk
in a straight line up the hill, and hope to find something that will tell us if
we’re over a tunnel. Hollow-sounding footsteps, perhaps!’
‘That’s
very doubtful, I’m afraid,’ said Julian. ‘Still, I can’t see that we can do
anything else. Come on, then. All right, Tim, you can come back to us. Look at
Nosey, on Snippet’s back again! That’s right, Snippet, roll over and get him
off!’
‘Chack!’
said Nosey, crossly, as he flew up in the air. ‘Chack!’
The
six children walked up the slope in as straight a line as they could. They came
right up to where the men were digging, without having seen or heard anything
of any help at all. It was most disappomting. Junior saw them, and yelled
loudly.
‘Children
not allowed here! Keep off! My Dad’s bought this place!’
‘Fibber!’
shouted back the two Harries at once. ‘You’ve got the right to dig and that’s
all!’
‘Yah!’
yelled Junior. ‘You wait!  I’ll
tell my Pop, see?’
Timmy
barked loudly, and Junior disappeared in a hurry. George laughed. ‘Silly little
fathead! Why doesn’t somebody box his ears? I bet one of the men will before
he’s many hours older. Look at him trying to use that drill!’
Junior
was certainly not at all popular. He made himself a great nuisance, and in the
end his father put him roughly into a lorry and told him to stay there. He
howled dismally, but as no one paid any attention, he soon stopped!
The
six children went slowly back down the gentle slope of the hill, taking a
slightly different line, still hopeful. The jackdaw flew down to Harry’s
shoulder, chacking loudly, bored with all this walking! He suddenly saw Snippet
sitting down to scratch his neck, and at once launched himself at him. He knew
that the poodle always shut his eyes when he scratched himself, and that that
was a very good time to give him a well-placed peck!
But
unfortunately for Nosey the poodle opened his eyes too soon, and saw the
jackdaw just about to perch on him! He snapped at him - and got him by the
wing! ‘Chack-chack-CHACK!’ cried the jackdaw, urgently calling for help.
‘CHACK!’
Harry
ran to Snippet, shouting, ‘Drop him, Snippet, drop him! You’ll break his wing!’
Before he could reach the pair, the jackdaw managed to free himself by giving
Snippet a sudden peck on his nose, which made him bark in pain. As soon as he
opened his mouth to bark, the jackdaw dropped on the ground, and scuttled away,
his wing drooping, unable to fly.
The
poodle was after him in a second! The twins yelled in vain. He meant to catch
that exasperating jackdaw if it was the last thing he did! The squawking bird
looked anxiously for a hiding-place - and saw one! A rabbit-hole - just the
thing to hop down in a trice! In he went with another loud squawk, and
disappeared from sight.
‘He’s
gone down that rabbit-hole!’ said Dick, with a shout of laughter. ‘Clever old
bird. You’re outwitted, Snippet!’
But
no - Snippet wasn’t! He disappeared down the hole too! He was as small as a
rabbit, and could easily run down a burrow. He had never done more than sniff
at one before, being rather scared of dark tunnels - but if Nosey had gone
down, well, he would too!
The
children stared in surprise. First the jackdaw - now Snippet! The twins bent
down by the hole and yelled.  The hill’s
honeycombed with old warrens - you’ll get lost for ever. Come back! Snippet.
Snip-Snip-Snippet, can you
hear
us? COME HERE!’
There
was silence down the rabbit-hole. No chack, no bark. ‘They must have gone deep
down,’ said Harry, anxiously. ‘There’s a perfect maze of burrows in this hill.
Dad said there used to be thousands of rabbits here at one time. Hey, Snippet -
COME HERE!’
‘Well,
we’d better sit down till they come back,’ said Anne, feeling suddenly tired
with excitement and with climbing up hill and down.
‘Right,’
said Julian. ‘Anyone got any sweets?’
‘I
have,’ said George, as usual, and took out a rather grimy packet of
peppermints. ‘Here you are; have one, twins?’
‘Thanks,’
they said. ‘We really ought to be getting back - we’ve plenty of work to do!’
They
sat sucking their peppermints, wondering what in the world the jackdaw and
Snippet were up to. At last Timmy pricked up his ears and gave a small bark,
looking at the entrance of the burrow as he did so. ‘They’re coming,’ said
George. ‘Timmy knows!’
Sure
enough, Timmy was right. Out came first Snippet, and then Nosey, apparently
quite good friends again. Snippet rushed to the twins and flung himself on them
as if he hadn’t seen them for days. He put something down at their feet.
‘What’s this you’ve found?’ said Harry, picking it up. ‘Some dirty old bone?’
Julian
suddenly took it from him, almost snatching it. ‘Bone? No - that’s not a bone.
It’s a small carved dagger with a broken handle - old as the hills! SNIPPET!
Where did you find it?’
‘The
jackdaw’s got something too!’ cried Anne, pointing to him. ‘Look - in his
beak!’
Harriet
caught the jackdaw easily, for he still could not fly. ‘It’s a ring!’ she said.
‘With a red stone in it - look!’
All
six children gazed at the two strange articles. An old carved knife, black with
age - and an old ring, with a stone still set in it! They could have come from
only one place! George said what everyone was thinking.
‘Snippet
and the jackdaw have been to the cellars of the castle! They must have! That
burrow must have led straight into the tunnel that goes to the dungeons and the
cellars - and they’ve been there! Oh, Snippet - you clever, clever dog - you’ve
told us JUST what we want to know!’
‘George
is right!’ said Dick, jubilantly. ‘We know quite a lot of things now, because
of Snippet and Nosey. We know there must be plenty of things still in those
castle cellars - and we know that somewhere near the end of this burrow is the
secret passage - because that’s the only way they could have got into the
cellars - by using the passage! The burrow led into the passage! Don’t you
agree, Julian?’
‘Rather!’
said Julian, flushed with excitement. ‘My word, this is a bit of good luck!
Hurrah for Snippet and Nosey. Look, the jackdaw’s trying to fly - his wing
isn’t badly hurt - just bruised, I expect. Good old Nosey - little did he know
what his bit of mischief would lead to!’
‘What
happens now?’ said George, her eyes shining. ‘Do we dig, too - now that we know
where the passage is? It can’t be very far - and once we’ve got down to it, we
can easily get into the cellars before that American does!’
WHAT
an excitement! Timmy really thought everyone had gone completely mad!
Chapter
Fifteen
DIGGING
FOR THE SECRET TUNNEL
‘How
can we get permission to dig?’ asked Anne. ‘I mean - will we be allowed to?’
‘I
don’t see why not - Mr Henning has only been given permission to dig in one
place,’ said Julian. ‘I bet we’d get permission to dig just here - it’s a
pretty good way from the castle-site, anyway.’
‘Why
shouldn’t we just dig and see if anyone stops us?’ said George. ‘If Mr Philpot
stops us, we could tell him what we’re really doing. He’d probably let us,
then. But whatever happens, we don’t want Mr Henning to know what we’ve
discovered - or think we’ve discovered!’
‘Well,
what shall we say then, if he asks why we’re digging?’ said Anne.
‘Say
silly things - joke about it!’ said Dick. ‘Twins, have you work to do this
morning? Can you find us spades, do you think?’
‘Yes
- you can have our spades, and Dad’s old ones, too!’ said Harry. ‘We wish we
could help - but we’ve tons to do, and we’re late already.’
‘Oh
dear - and I promised that George and I woulcl help in the kitchen!’ said Anne.
‘And pick peas for dinner and pod them - and get more raspberries! Can you and
Dick dig all on your own, Ju?’
‘Good
heavens, yes!’ said Julian. ‘It’ll be slower with just two of us digging, but
we’ll soon get deep down, you’ll see! Anyway, we could all take turns this
afternoon, perhaps, if the twins finish their work.’
‘We
will! We’ll do it at top speed!’ said Harry and Harriet together. ‘Now we’ll
get some spades for you.’
They
raced off, with Snippet beside them, and the two girls went down the hill more
slowly, feeling very thrilled. If only, only they could dig down and find the
secret passage from the chapel to the cellars of the old castle! Timmy felt the
excitement and wagged his tail happily. He was always happy when George was
thrilled about anything.
Harriet
soon brought two big spades and two smaller ones to the boys. They were heavy,
and she panted as she carried them up the hill.
‘Good
girl - or is it good boy?’ asked Dick, as he took the spades. ‘Wait - it’s
Harriet, isn’t it? You’ve no scar on your hand!’
Harriet
grinned and ran off swiftly to join her brother in the farm-work that was their
task. Julian gazed after her. ‘They’re good kids,’ he said, as he turned to
drive his spade into the earth. ‘Worth a hundred Juniors! Funny how some
children are made of such good stuff, and other’s aren’t worth a penny.  This earth is pretty hard. I wish we could borrow one of those
machines the men are using up there!’
They
dug hard, and were soon very hot indeed. They stripped themselves to their
shorts, but were still far too hot. They greeted Anne with joy when she
laboured up the slope, carrying a jug of cool lemonade and some buns.
‘I
say! You’ve made quite a hole already!’ she said. ‘How far down do you think
the tunnel will be?’
‘Well,
not too far down, really,’ said Dick, taking a long drink of the lemonade.
‘This is super, Anne. Thanks awfully. We’ve dug into the burrow, and we’re
following it at the moment - hoping it will enter the secret tunnel before
we’re too tired to dig any more!’
‘I
say - here comes Junior!’ said Anne suddenly, looking up the slope. Sure
enough, it was the American boy, feeling quite brave now that neither Timmy nor
Snippet were about.
He
stopped a little way away and shouted: ‘What do you think you’re doing, digging
in our hill?’
‘Go
away and lose yourself!’ shouted back Dick. ‘This isn’t your hill! If you can
dig, so can we!’
‘Copy-cats!’
shouted Junior. ‘My Pop’s laughing his head off about you!’
‘Well,
tell him to pick it up before it rolls down the hill!’ yelled Dick. ‘Clear
off!’
Junior
watched them for a little while, puzzled, and then went off up the hill,
presumably to report to his father. Anne laughed and went back to the
farmhouse.
‘As
his Pop doesn’t know a thing about the secret passage, he must think we’re off
our heads, digging here,’ said Julian, with a chuckle. ‘Well, let him think so.
He’ll be off his head with rage when he finds out what we’re really doing - and
he won’t know that till we’re in the cellars!’
Dick
laughed, and wiped his forehead again. ‘I wish this burrow would come to an
end. And I hope to goodness it does lead into the side of the tunnel. I don’t
want to have to dig up half the hillside. The ground’s so hard and dry.’
‘Well,
thank goodness it’s getting sandy here,’ said Julian, driving his spade deeper
down. He suddenly gave a cry. ‘I say! My spade went right down by itself, then!
I believe I’ve come to the secret passage! The burrow must go right through one
side of it!’
He
was right! The rabbit-hole ran sideways and down - and into a passage!
Soon
they had a deep hole, fairly wide - and at the bottom of it a way into the
tunnel beneath! They lay down and peered into it. ‘It’s only about four feet
below the surface,’ said Dick. ‘We might have had to do much more digging than
this! Whew, I’m hot!’
‘It
must be dinner-time,’ said Julian. ‘I don’t really like to leave our hole, now
that we’ve got down to the tunnel. And yet we simply MUST have something to
eat. I’m ravenous!’
‘So
am I. But if we leave the hole unguarded, that pest of a Junior might come
along and climb down and find the passage!’ said Dick. ‘Look - here comes
George - with old Tim. I wonder if she’d leave him here to guard the hole.’
George
was delighted to hear their news. She gazed down the hole in great excitement.
‘How deeply you’ve dug!’ she said. ‘No wonder you’re hot. My word! - if Mr
Benning knew what you’ve found, he’d be down here in two shakes of a duck’s
tail!’
‘He
certainly would,’ said Julian, soberly. ‘That’s what we’re afraid of. Or that
snoopy Junior might climb down into the hole, if he came along. He’s been here
already to see what we’re doing.’
‘We’re
scared of going in to dinner, in case one of them comes along and investigates
the hole while it’s unguarded,’ said Dick. ‘And we wondered if...’
But
George interrupted him, almost as if she knew what he was going to say.   ‘On guard, Timmy,’ said George. ‘On guard. Don’t let
anyone come near that hole.’
‘Woof,’
said Timmy, understanding at once, and looking fiercely all round and about
him. He lay down with a small growl. Let anyone come near the boys’ hole, if
they dare!
They
did dare - but when they saw Timmy leaping to his feet, the hackles on his neck
thick and upright, and heard his deep, continuous growl, Junior and his father
thought better of it, and went on down the hill to have dinner at the
farm-house. Poor Mr Durleston trailed behind them, almost knocked out by the
heat of the sun.
‘Silly
kids,’ said Mr Henning to Junior. ‘Thinking it’s clever to dig just because
we’re digging! What do they suppose they’ll find down there? Another
kitchenmidden?’
Junior
sent a stone scudding along towards Timmy - and then fled for his life as the
dog came bounding angrily down the slope. Even Mr Henning hurried. He didn’t
like Timmy either!
That
afternoon the twins, Julian, Dick, George, Anne and Snippet all climbed the
hill to the hole where Tim still lay watching for intruders. They brought him
two fine bones, and a jug of water. He was very pleased indeed. Snippet danced
round, hoping for a bite at a bone, and the jackdaw, his wing apparently quite
recovered now, dared to go and peck at the bigger bone, even though Timmy
growled warningly!
The
twins were thrilled to see the deep hole. ‘Can’t we go down now?’ they said,
eagerly, both together.
‘Yes
- it would be a jolly good time to let ourselves slide into the tunnel,’ said
Julian. ‘All the men working on the castle-site have gone off to have dinner at
the little village pub, and haven’t yet come back - and the Hennings and Mr
Durleston are safely at the farmhouse.’
‘I’ll
go first,’ said Dick, and lowered himself into the hole. He held on to the
grassy edges, and poked hard with his feet, to widen the opening into the
tunnel. Then he let himself slide down until his legs were out of the rabbit
hole, and dangled through the wall of the tunnel.
‘Here
we go!’ he said, and let himself drop. Whoooooosh! He slid right into a dark,
musty tunnel, and landed on soft earth. ‘Chuck me down a torch,’ he shouted.
‘It’s pitch-dark in here. Did you remember to bring our torches, George?’
Yes,
George had four! ‘Look out!’ she said. ‘Here comes one!’ And she dropped it
down the hole. She had already switched it on, so Dick saw it coming and caught
it neatly. He shone it into the dark place around him.
‘Yes!
It is a tunnel!’ he shouted. ‘The secret passage, no doubt about it! I say -
isn’t this great? Come on down, all of you, let’s share in the find together.
Let’s walk right up to the castle cellars. Come on, everybody! Come on!’
Chapter
Sixteen
UP
THE TUNNEL AND INTO THE CELLARS!
Dick
held up his torch to the hole, so that the others might see their way. One by
one they slid into the dark tunnel, too excited for words. Timmy came too, and
so did Snippet, but the jackdaw thought better of it, and remained at the
enlarged opening of the burrow, chacking loudly.
The
children swung their torches to and fro. ‘That must be the way down to the old
chapel,’ said Julian, his torch shining down the dark tunnel. No one could
stand upright just there except Timmy, for the roof was low. He sniffed
suspiciously here and there, and kept close to George.
‘Well
- come on!’ said Julian, his voice shaking a little with excitement. ‘We’ll go
straight up, and see where the passage ends. My word - I can hardly wait to see
what’s at the top!’
They
made their way slowly up the passage. There had been roof-falls here and there,
but not enough to matter. Tree-roots, withered and twining, sometimes caught
their feet. ‘Funny!’ said Harry, in astonishment, ‘there aren’t any trees
growing on the hillside here - why the roots, then?’
‘They
may be the remains of the roots of long-ago trees that did once grow on the
hill,’ said Julian, shining his torch up the passage, hoping against hope that
there would be no serious obstacle to their journey. ‘Hallo - what’s this at my
feet? Two feathers! Now how in the world did they get here!’
It
was a puzzle! The children examined them earnestly by the light of their
torches. Feathers - looking quite new too - how did they get there? Was there
any other way into the passage - and had the birds found it?
Dick
gave a shout of laughter that made everyone jump.  They’re two of
the jackdale’s feathers - they must have dropped out of his bitten wing when he
went down the burrow and up this passage with Snippet after him!’
‘Of
course! Why on earth didn’t I think of that?’ said Julian. They went on upwards
once more, and then Julian suddenly stopped again. A curious humming noise had
come down the dark, low tunnel, a throbbing that seemed to get right inside
their heads.
‘What’s
that?’ said Anne, in great alarm. ‘I don’t like it.’
They
all stood there, and felt, like Anne, that the noise was indeed inside their
heads. They shook them, put their fingers into their ears - but it was no good.
The strange throbbing went on and on.
‘This
is a bit too mysterious for me,’ said Anne, scared, ‘I don’t think I want to go
on.’
The
noise stopped, and they all felt better at once - but almost immediately it
started again. To everyone’s surprise, George began to laugh.
‘It’s
all right! It’s only those men at work on the castle-site. It’s their drills we
can hear - throbbing through the hillside, and down this passage right into our
ears. They must be back from lunch. Cheer up, everybody!’
They
all smiled in relief, though Anne’s hands were still shaking a little, as she
held up her torch to shine through the black darkness. ‘There’s not an awful
lot of air here,’ she said. ‘I hope we soon get into the cellars!’
‘They
can’t be far,’ said Julian. ‘This tunnel goes in a pretty straight line, just
as we thought it would. Where it curves it’s probable that the long-ago men who
made it were forced to burrow round tree-roots that blocked their way. Anyway,
as we can hear the drills so loudly now, we can’t be far from the castle-site.’
They
were nearer than they thought! Julian’s torch suddenly shone on the remains of
a great door, lying on the ground before him - the door that once shut off the
cellars from the passage!
‘We’re
there!’ said Julian, in a whisper that went scurrying round in the darkness and
came back as a strange echo that said ‘there-there-there-there-there.’
‘That
fallen door must have been the one made all those years gone by!’ said Anne, in
awe.
Snippet
pushed in front of them and ran into the cellars. He gave a short bark as if to
say, ‘Come on - don’t be afraid. I’ve been here before.’
‘Oh
Snippet, be careful!’ said Anne, half afraid that everything would crumble away
at the sound of Snippet’s pattering feet!
‘Let’s
go on - but carefully,’ said Julian. ‘Everything will be ready to crumble into
dust - unless it’s made of metal! It’s a marvel that door was preserved like
that - it looks good enough - but I’m sure if any of us sneezed it would be
gone.’
‘Don’t
make me laugh, please, Ju,’ said Dick, stepping carefully round the fallen
door. ‘Even a laugh might do damage down here!’
Soon
they were all in the blackness of the underground cellars. They flashed their
torches around. ‘What a vast place!’ said Julian. ‘Can’t see any dungeons,
though!’
‘Thank
goodness!’ said Harriet and Anne together. They had both dreaded coming across
old bones of long-forgotten prisoners!
‘Look
- there’s an archway,’ said George, shining her torch to the right. ‘A fine,
semi-circular arch it is, too, made of stone - and there’s another, look. They
must lead into a main underground chamber, I should think. There’s nothing much
to see just here, except heaps of dirt. It all smells so musty, too!’
‘Well,
follow me carefully,’ said Julian, and led the way towards the stone archways,
his torch shining brightly. They came to one of the beautiful rounded arches
and stood there, all four torches shining brightly into a large underground
room.
‘No
cellars here - but just one great underground store-room,’ said Julian. ‘The
roof was shored up with great beams - see, some of them have fallen. And those
stone arches must have borne much of the weight, too. Not one of those has
fallen! They must have stood there for centuries - what wonderful workmanship!’
Dick
and the twins were more interested in the great mass of jumble scattered about
round the walls. It was covered with dust that rose lightly into the air when
Timmy brushed against anything. Snippet ran round happily, sniffing everywhere,
and sneezing every now and again as the fine dust went up his nose.
‘Any
treasures, do you think?’ whispered Anne, and the echo came back weirdly,
whispering too.
‘Whispers
seem to echo back more than our ordinary voices!’ said Julian. ‘Hallo - what’s
this?’
They
shone their torches on to the floor where lay what looked like a heap of
blackened metal. Julian bent down and then gave a loud exclamation. ‘Do you see
what this is? A suit of armour! Almost perfect still. Look, though, it must be
ages old - and here’s
another
- and another! Were they old ones, thrown out - or spare ones? Look at this
helmet - grand!’
He
kicked it gently with his foot, and it gave out a metallic sound and rolled
away a little. ‘Would that be valuable now?’ asked Harry, anxiously.
‘Valuable!
Worth its weight in gold, I should think!’ said Julian, such excitement in his
voice that everyone felt even more thrilled. Harriet called to him urgently.
‘Julian
- here’s a chest of some sort. Quick!’
They
went slowly over to where she stood, for they had already learnt that any quick
movement raised clouds of fine, choking dust. She pointed to a great dark
chest, its corners bound with iron, and with iron strapping all round it.
It
was made of wood, as black with age as the iron itself. ‘What’s inside, do you
think?’ whispered Harriet, and at once her whisper echoed from every corner.
Timmy
went to sniff at the chest - and to his amazement it disintegrated at once!
Slowly, softly, the sides and the great lid fell into dust that settled gently
on the ground around. Only the iron corners and strapping were left. It was
strange to watch something crumble away before their eyes. Like magic! thought
Anne.
As
the wooden sides of the chest crumbled, something shone out brightly in the
light of the torches - something that moved and slid out of the chest, as the
sides fell away - fell with a jingling, clinking, sound, curious to hear in
that silent darkness.
The
children stared in astonishment, hardly believing their eyes. Anne clutched
Julian and made him jump. ‘Ju! What is it? Is it gold?’
Julian
bent to pick up one of the rolling pieces. ‘Yes! It’s gold. No doubt about it.
Gold never tarnishes, it keeps bright for ever. These are gold coins of some
sort, treasured and hidden away. There couldn’t have been time to take them,
when the Lady fled with her children - and no one else would be able to get
them, for the castle was burnt down and buried by the falling walls! This hoard
of gold must have lain here untouched all these long years.’
‘Waiting
for us to come!’ said George. ‘Twins - your mother and father needn’t worry
about their farm any more! There’s enough gold there to buy them all the
tractors they want! And that may be only the beginning of the treasures down
here! Julian, there’s another chest, look - like this one, but smaller, and
beginning to fall to pieces. Let’s see what’s inside that! More gold, I hope.’
But
the second chest did not hold gold pieces - it held a different kind of
treasure! One side had burst open, and its contents had dribbled out.
‘Rings!’
said Anne, picking up two from the dust in which they lay.
‘A
golden belt!’ said George. ‘And look - these tarnished chains must be
necklaces, because they’re set with blue stones. This must be where the jackdaw
found that ring!’
‘We’ve
found something else, too!’ called Harry, his excited voice making everyone
jump. ‘Look - racks of swords and daggers! Some are beautifully carved, too!’
Clamped
to the wall were iron racks, held in place by great iron rods driven deep into
the hard earth of the wall. Some had loosened and the racks hung crooked, their
knives and swords askew, or lay on the floor. Snippet ran to pick one up - just
as he had done before when he and Nosey first went into the cellars by
themselves!
‘What
wonderful swords!’ said Julian, picking one up. ‘My word, this one’s heavy! I
can hardly hold it! Good gracious - what’s that?’
Something
had fallen from the roof of the cellar in which they were standing - a great
piece of old wood, that had originally been placed there as part of the
roofing. At the same time the continual hum of the drilling above rose to a
roar that made the children jump.
Julian
gave a shout. ‘Out of here, quickly!’ he yelled. ‘Those men will soon be
through the roof, and it may suddenly fall and bury us! We’ll have to go at
once!’
He
snatched a dagger from the rack, and, still with the sword in his hand, ran
back to the entrance of the secret passage, pulling Anne with him, The twins
were last of all, for they had run to get a handful of the gold, and two of the
necklaces and rings. They must show their mother a few of the treasures, they
must!
Just
as they reached the entrance, more of the roof fell. ‘We’ll have to stop this
excavating,’ panted Julian, looking back. ‘If the roof falls in, it may destroy
many of the old treasures there!’
They
hurried into the dark, low tunnel, feeling more excited than they had ever felt
in their lives! Timmy led the way, glad to think they were going out into the
open air once more!
‘What
will Mother say?’ the twins kept saying to one another. ‘WhatEVER will she say!’
Chapter
Seventeen
TRAPPED!
The
six children stumbled down the tunnel, still hearing the far-off sound of the
drills, and fearing that at any moment the cellars would be discovered by Mr
Henning, who, no doubt, would be anxiously watching from above!
They
came to where they thought the burrow must be, that Dick had dug through - but
instead, there was nothing but a great mass of earth, some of it seeping into
the tunnel! Julian gazed at it by the light of his torch, dismayed.
‘The
burrow’s fallen in!’ he said, his voice shaking, ‘What are we to do? We’ve no
spades to dig ourselves out!’
‘We
can use our hands,’ said Dick, and began to scrabble at the fallen earth,
sweeping it into the tunnel. But as he scrabbled, more and more earth fell into
the widened burrow, and Julian stopped Dick at once. ‘No more of that, Dick -
you might start an earth-fall, and we’d all be buried alive. Oh gosh - this is
awful! We’ll have to go back up the passage and try to make the men hear us
shouting. BLOW! That means Mr Henning will know what we’re up to.’
‘I
don’t believe the men will be there much longer,’ said Dick, looking at his
watch. ‘They pack up at five, and it’s almost that now. My word, we’ve been
ages - Mrs Philpot will wonder where we all are.’
‘The
drilling has just stopped,’ said Anne. ‘I haven’t got that awful noise inside
my ears any longer.’
‘In
that case, it’s certainly no good going back up the tunnel,’ said Julian.
‘They’d be gone before we got there. I say, you know - this is serious.
‘How
do we know they’ll be there tomorrow?’ said Dick. ‘Henning may have paid them
off today, if he’s disappointed in his hopes!’
‘Don’t
be such a dismal Jimmy!’ said George, sensing that the twins were getting
panicky. They certainly were worried - but more because they were certain that
their mother would be scared to death if they didn’t come home, than for their
own safety.
Timmy
had been standing patiently beside George, waiting to get out of the hole. At
last, tired of waiting, he trotted away - but down the tunnel - not up!
‘Timmy!
Where are you going?’ cried George, and shone her torch on him. He turned his
head and looked at her, showing quite clearly by his manner that he was tired
of standing about, and intended to find out where the tunnel led!
‘Ju,
Look at Timmy! He wants us to go down the tunnel!’ cried George. ‘Why didn’t we
think of that?’
‘I
don’t know! I’m afraid I thought it would be a sort of blind alley!’ said
Julian. ‘I fear it will, too. Nobody knows where the chapel entrance to the
tunnel is, do they, twins?’
‘No,’
they said, both together. ‘It’s never been discovered, as far as we know.’
‘Anyway,
it’s worth trying,’ said George, her voice sounding muffled as she went down
the passage after the impatient Timmy. ‘I’m getting suffocated in here!’
The
others followed, Snippet dancing along behind, thinking the whole thing was a
huge joke. The tunnel, as the children had imagined, went downwards in more or
less a straight line. It had fallen in slightly here and there, but by bending
their heads and crouching low, they managed to get through. Finally they came
to a bad fall of earth from the roof, and had to crawl through on hands and
knees. Anne didn’t like that part at all!
They
came at last into a strange little place, where the tunnel ended abruptly. It
was like a stone vault - a little chamber about five feet high and seven feet
square. Julian looked up fearfully at its low roof. Was it of stone? If so,
they were trapped. They would never be able to lift a heavy stone slab!
No
- not all the roof was made of stone. A piece in the middle about three feet
square was made of strong stout wood, which rested on ledges cut in the stone.
‘It
looks like a trap-door,’ said Julian, examining it by the light of his torch.
‘I wonder if we are just below the floor of the old chapel? Dick, if you and I
and Harry all heave at the same time, we might be able to move this trap-door.’
So
they all heaved, George, too - but although the door did lift a little at one
corner, it simply could not be moved upwards.
‘I
know why we can’t move it,’ said Harry, red in the face with heaving. ‘There
are sacks of grain and fertilizer and all kinds of stuff spread over the floor
of the old chapel! They’re heavy as lead! We’d never be able to move that trap-door
if two or three sacks are on it!’
‘Gosh
- I didn’t think of that,’ said Julian, his heart sinking. ‘Didn’t you know of
this entrance into the tunnel, twins?’
‘Of
course not!’ said Harry. ‘Nobody did. I can’t think why it wasn’t known,
though. Except, of course, that a store-house like this has its floor always
covered with sacks of something, and with the spillings out of those sacks! It
may not have been cleaned out or swept for hundreds of years!’
‘Well,
what are we to do now?’ demanded Dick. ‘We can’t stay here in this stuffy
little place!’
‘Listen
- I can hear something!’ said George suddenly. ‘Noises overhead.’
They
listened intently, and, through the tightly-fitting oak trap-door above them,
they heard a loud voice shouting. ‘GIVE US A HAND, BILL, WILL YOU?’
‘It’s
Jamie - the men are working overtime this week!’ said Harry. ‘He’s come to get
something out of the chapel. Quick, let’s all yell and hammer on the trap-door
with whatever we’ve got that’ll make a noise!’
At
once there was a perfect babel of sound from the little vault - yells, shouts,
barks, and the hammering of sword-handles and fists on the wooden slab
overhead. Then the children ceased their hammering, and fell silent, listening.
They heard Jamie’s voice, lifted in wonder.
‘Bill!
What in the name of goodness was that? A rat-fight, do you suppose?’
‘They
heard us,’ said Julian, excited. ‘Come on - once again. And bark the place
down, Timmy!’
Timmy
was only too ready to oblige, for he was very tired of tunnels and dark, echoing
places by now! He barked long and fiercely, frightening Snippet so much that
the little poodle actually ran back up the tunnel! What with Tim’s barking, and
everyone’s yelling, and the constant hammering, the noise was even louder than
before, and Bill and Jamie listened in amazement.
‘Comes
from over yonder,’ said Bill. ‘Summat’s going on there. Beats me what it is
though. If ’twere night-time, I’d think it were ghosties having a game! Come on
- we’ll get over yonder.’
The
place was so full of sacks that the two men had to clamber over the rows,
disturbing the cat and her kittens. She had curled herself round them, scared
of the unexpected noise.
‘This
corner, Bill,’ said Jamie, standing on top of two layers of sacks.
‘ANYONE
ABOUT?’
The
six below answered frantically at the tops of their voices, Timmy barking too.
‘There’s
a dog barking down there,’ said Bill, scratching his head, puzzled, looking
down at the sacks as if he thought there might be a dog in one of them.
‘A
dog! There’s folks as well,’ said Jamie, astounded. ‘Where are they? Can’t be
under these sacks!’
‘Maybe
they’re in that little old store-place we found one day, in the floor,’
suggested Bill. ‘Remember? Under an old trap-door, it were, that were covered
by a great slab of stone. You remember, man!’
‘Oh
ay,’ said Jamie, and then the clamour began again, for the children were now
getting near despair. ‘Gome on, Bill,’ said Jamie, hearing the note of urgency,
though he couldn’t make out a word from below. ‘Heave over these here sacks.
We’ve got to get to the bottom of this!’
They
heaved a dozen sacks away, and then at last the trap-door was uncovered. The
stone slab that had once hidden it had been taken up some years ago by the two
men and now stood against the wall. They had not bothered to replace it, not
guessing that the ‘little old storeplace’ as they had thought it, was really an
entrance to a secret, long-forgotten passage. It was fortunate indeed for the
children that only the old wooden trap-door was between them and the men, for
if the stone slab had been there too, no sound of their shouting would have
been heard in the old chapel above!
‘Now
for this here trap-door,’ said Bill. He tapped on it with his great boot. ‘Who’s
down here?’ he demanded, wondering what the answer would be.
‘US!’
shrieked the twins, and the others joined in, with Timmy barking frantically
again.
‘Bless
us all - them’s the twins’ voices I heard!’ said Jamie, ‘How did they climb
into that store-room without moving these here sacks?’
With
a great heave the two men pulled up the heavy wooden slab, and looked down in
the greatest astonishment at the little crowd below! They couldn’t believe
their eyes! Timmy was the first out. He leapt upwards and landed beside the
men, wagging his great tail and licking them lavishly.
‘Oh,
thanks, Bill, thanks, Jamie,’ cried the twins as the two men pulled them up.
‘Gosh, I’m thankful you were working overtime - and happened to come in here!’
‘Your
ma’s been hollering for you,’ said Bill, disapprovingly. ‘And didn’t you say
you was going to help me with them poles?’
‘How
did you get down there?’ demanded Jamie, pulling up the others one by one.

‘Oh
- it’s too long a story to tell you just now,’ said Harry. ‘But thanks again
most awfully, Bill and Jamie. Can you put that slab back? Don’t tell anyone we
were down there till we tell you how it happened, see? Now we’ll have to rush
and tell Mother we’re all right!’
And
away they all went, longing for tea, tired out, full of thankfulness at their
escape from the little stone room under the chapel floor! What would everyone
say when they displayed the treasures they had brought back with them?
Chapter
Eighteen
A
GREAT STORY TO TELL!
The
twins tore down to the farm-house, and saw their mother, still looking for
them. They flung themselves on her, and she gave them a loving shake.
‘Where
have you been? You’re an hour late for tea, all of you. I’ve been so worried.
Mr Henning told me some story about you digging up on the hillside!’
‘Mother!
We’re ravenous, so let’s have tea and we’ll tell you some Great News,’ said the
twins, both together. ‘Mother, you will be astonished. Where’s Dad - and
Great-Grand-dad too?’
‘They’re
still at the tea-table - they were late too,’ said Mrs Philpot. ‘They’ve been
out looking for you all! Great-Grand-dad isn’t very pleased. What in the world
have you brought with you? Surely those are not swords?’
‘Mother,
let’s have tea first and we’ll tell you EVERYTHING!’ said the twins. ‘Must we
wash?  And we’ll put our
treasures down in the darkest corner, so that Dad and Great-Grand-dad won’t see
them till we’re ready to show them!’
Soon
they were all sitting down at the tea-table, glad to see a wonderful spread!

Mr
Philpot and old Great-Grand-dad were still at the table, drinking a last cup of
tea. Mrs Philpot had told them that the children had to wash, but would tell
all that had happened when they came to their tea.
‘Ho!’
said Great-Grand-dad, frowning till his great bushy eyebrows almost covered his
nose. ‘When I was a boy I dursent come in one minute late for my meals!  ‘But just wait till
you hear our story. Julian - you tell it!’
And
so, between great munches of bread and butter, ham sandwiches, and slices of
cake, the story was told, all the children joining in now and again.
Great-Grand-dad
already knew that Mr Benning had been given permission to excavate, and that a
cheque for £250 had been given to Mr Philpot. He had flown into a terrible
temper, and only when Mrs Philpot had sobbed and said that she would give it
back, though she could hardly bear to part with it, had Great-Grand-dad given
in. Now ready to fly into another rage, he listened to the children’s story. He
forgot to drink his cooling tea. He forgot to fill his pipe. He even forgot to
ask a single question! Never had he heard such a wonderful, glorious tale in
his life!
Julian
told the story well, and the others filled in any bits he left out.
‘But
- but where did ...’ she began, and listened again, to hear how Dick and Julian
had enlarged the burrow, crawled right through it, and slid down into the
long-lost secret tunnel!
‘HA!’
said Great-Grand-dad, getting out his great red handkerchief, and dabbing his
forehead with it. ‘HA! Wish I’d been there.
Julian
had stopped to drink his tea. He laughed and went on, describing how they had
all gone up the tunnel with their torches, the dogs with them. ‘It was dark and
smelly, and suddenly we heard a terrific noise!’ he said.
‘It
got right inside our heads!’ put in Anne.

‘The
noise of the men drilling up on the old castle-site,’ said Julian, and
Great-Grand-dad exploded in wrath. He pointed his pipe at his grandson, the
farmer.
‘Didn’t
I tell you I wouldn’t have those men on my farm?’ he began, and then calmed
down as Mrs Philpot patted his arm, shushing him. ‘Go on, Julian,’ she said.
And
then came the really exciting part, the story of how they came into the actual
cellars of the castle - the stone archways - the age-old dust...
‘And
the echoes!’ said Anne. ‘When we whispered, a hundred other whispers came
back!’
When
Julian described their finds - the old armour, still good, but black with age -
the rack of swords and knives and daggers - the chest of gold...
GOLD!
I don’t believe you!’ shouted Great-Grand-dad. ‘You’re making that up, young
man.  Stick to the truth.’
The
twins promptly took some of the gold coins out of their pockets, still
brilliant and shining. They laid them on the table in front of the three amazed
grown-ups.
‘There
you are! They will tell you if we are making up all this or not - these gold
coins! They will speak more loudly than words!’
In
awe Mr Philpot picked them up, and passed them one by one to the old man, and
to his wife. Great-Grand-dad was dumbfounded and dumbstruck. He simply could
not say a single word. He could only grunt and puff as he turned the coins over
in his great horny hand.
‘Are
they really gold?’ said Mrs Philpot, quite overcome at the sudden appearance of
the shining coins. ‘Trevor - will they belong to us? Does it mean - does it
mean that we’ll be well enough off to buy a new tractor for you - and...’
‘Depends
how much of this stuff there is, up in those old cellars,’ said Mr Philpot,
trying to keep calm. ‘And depends on how much we’re allowed to keep, of course.
Might belong to the Crown by now.’
‘THE
CROWN!’ roared Great-Grand-dad, standing up suddenly. ‘The CROWN! NO, SIR! It’s
mine! Ours! Found on my land, put there by our ancestors. Yes - and I’ll give
old Mr Finniston down in the village a share, so I will. He’s been a good
friend of mine for years!’
The
children thought that was quite a good idea! They then showed the jewellery
they had brought, and Mrs Philpot marvelled at it, tarnished though it was.
But
the swords and daggers brought the greatest excitement to old Great-Grand-dad
and his grandson, Mr Philpot! As soon as they heard that the children had
actually brought back some of the old weapons, the two men got up and went to
get them.
‘No,
no, Grand-dad!’ said Mrs Philpot in fright. ‘Oh, you’ll knock down the things
on the dresser - there, I knew you would! Bang goes my meat-dish!’
And
down it went, CRASH! Timmy and Snippet almost jumped out of their skins, and
began to bark frantically.
‘Sit
DOWN, all of you!’ cried Mrs Philpot to the excited dogs and the men. ‘Let
Julian finish his story! Great-Grand-dad, SIT DOWN!’
‘Ha,’
said Great-Grand-dad, a broad smile on his face, sitting down in his chair.
‘HA! Did me good to swing that sword. Where’s that American? I might try it out
on him!’
The
children roared with delight. It was great to see the old man so delighted. ‘Go
on with that tale of yours,’ he said to Julian. ‘You tell it well, boy. Go on!
 I’m keeping it here, between my legs, in
case I want to use it. HA!’
Julian
quickly finished his tale, and told how they had walked back down the passage
and found their burrow entrance fallen in - and then gone right down the rest
of the tunnel and come at last into the little stone-walled room.
‘And
we couldn’t get out,’ said Julian. ‘There was a great wooden trap-door over our
heads, and on it lay a dozen or so sacks - heavy as lead! We couldn’t lift it.
So we yelled!’
‘So
that’s where the secret passage led to!’ said Mr Philpot. ‘How did you get
out?’
‘We
yelled and hammered, and Bill and Jamie heard us, and pulled off the sacks, and
lifted up the old trap-door,’ said Julian. ‘Gosh, we were glad to see them! We
thought we might be lost for ever! Jamie knew about the little stone vault down
under the chapel floor - but he thought it was just an old storeroom!’
‘I’ve
never heard of it before,’ said Mrs Philpot, and old Great-Grand-dad nodded his
head in agreement.
‘No
more have I,’ he said. ‘For as long as I can remember the floor of that old
chapel has been piled with sacks, and what bits I could see of the floor were
covered with thick dust.  Well, well - seems like yesterday I was playing in there with a cat
and her kittens!’
‘There’s
a cat and her kittens there now,’ said Anne.
‘Ay,
little lass - and there’ll be a cat and her kittens there when you’re an old,
old woman!’ said Great-Grand-dad. ‘There’s some things never change, thanks be
to the Lord. Well, well - I can sleep easy of nights now - I reckon you and the
farm will be all right Trevor, with the money you’ll make out of those old
finds - and I’ll live to see the twins growing up and handling the finest farm
in Dorset, so I shall - with everything new-fangled they want, bless their
bonny faces! And now I’ll just have one more swing with that sword!’
The
children fled! Great-Grand-dad looked years younger already - and goodness
knows what damage he would do with that great sword! What an afternoon it had
been - one they would never forget!
Chapter
Nineteen
‘THE
MOST EXCITING ADVENTURE WE’VE EVER HAD!’
After
all the excitement of the afternoon the children felt lazy. The twins went off
to feed the chickens. ‘Better late than never!’ they said, together.
‘Where
are Mr Henning and Mr Durleston and that awful Junior, Mrs Philpot?’ asked
George, getting up to help with the washing of the tea-things.
‘Oh,
Mr Henning came in to say he and Mr Durleston were going to a meal at a hotel,
and taking Junior too,’ said Mrs Philpot. ‘He seemed very pleased with himself
indeed. He said that they had broken through to the cellars of the old castle,
and expected great things - and that maybe a second cheque of £250 would be
coming soon!’
‘You
won’t take it, though, will you, Mrs Philpot?’ said Julian quickly, overhearing
what was being said. ‘The things down in that cellar will be worth much more
than any money Mr Henning is likely to offer you. He’d only take them to America
and sell them for vast sums and make a huge profit. Why should you let him do
that?’
‘That
nice old man, Mr Finniston, down in the little antique shop, would know what
everything was worth,’ said George. ‘And he’s a descendant of the long-ago
Finnistons of Finniston Castle, isn’t he - he’ll be thrilled to bits, when he
hears what’s been happening!’
‘We’ll
send word for him to come up tomorrow,’ decided Mrs Philpot. ‘After all, Mr
Henning has his adviser - that surly Mr Durleston. We’ll have Mr Finniston for
ours. Great-Grand-dad would be pleased about that - they’re great friends,
those two.’
There
was however, no need to send for Mr Finniston, for Great-Grand-dad had himself
gone down straight away to tell the great news to his old crony. What a talk they
had together!
‘Gold
coins - jewellery - suits of armour - swords - and goodness knows what else!’
said Great-Grand-dad for the twentieth time, and old Mr Finniston listened
gravely, nodding his head. ‘That splendid big sword!’ went on Grand-dad, remembering.
‘Just right for me, William! Look, if ever I’ve lived before, that old sword
once belonged to me! I feel it! That’s one thing I won’t sell, mind! I’ll keep
it just for the sake of swinging it round my head, when I lose my temper!’
‘Yes,
yes - but I hope you’ll be sure to stand in the middle of an empty room if you
do that,’ said Mr Finniston, a little alarmed at the fierce look in the old
man’s eye. ‘You won’t be allowed to keep all the money, I’m afraid - there’s
such a thing as “Treasure Trove”, you know - some finds go to the Crown, and I
fear that will be one of them. But the jewellery’s different - and the suits of
armour - and the swords! You’ll be able to make a mint of money on those!’
‘Enough
for two new tractors?’ said Great-Grand-dad. ‘Enough for a new Land-Rover? That
one my grandson has, it jolts every bone in my body! Look now, William - we’ve
got to get men digging on that site - uncovering all those cellars. What say we
keep on the men that fellow Henning’s got? We shan’t let him excavicate, or
whatever it’s called, any more. HA!  Now I can scratch him out!  I won’t have that American
talking me down - or that fellow Durleston!’
‘You’d
better stop talking for a bit, Grand-dad you’re getting too red in the face,’
said Mr Finniston. ‘You’ll go pop if you excite yourself much more! Go home
now, and I’ll be up tomorrow morning. I’ll arrange about the workmen too.  ‘Now,
if that Junior got in the way when I was swinging my sword... it’s all right,
William, it’s all right! Just my joke, you know, just my joke!’
And
chuckling deep down in his long beard, Great-Grand-dad strode off, turned up
the little lane and walked back to the farm-house feeling very pleased indeed
with life!
Mr
Henning, Mr Durleston and Junior did not come back that night. Apparently they
were all so excited over the excavations they had made in the drilling down
through the cellar roof, that they stayed too long at the hotel and decided to
spend the night there, much to Mrs Philpot’s relief.
‘Most
farm-people like to go to bed about nine o’clock,’ said Mr Henning, ‘and it’s
already gone that now. We’ll go over tomorrow morning and we’ll get them to
sign that agreement you’ve drawn up, Durleston. They’re so short of money
they’d sign anything. And mind you cry down what we think we’ve found, so that
they won’t expect any more than £250. We’re going to make our fortunes over
this!’
So,
next morning the two men, with an excited Junior, whom Mr Durleston found most
annoying, arrived at the farm-house at about ten o’clock. They had telephoned
to say they would be there then, and would bring the agreement with them, ‘...
and the cheque, Mrs Philpot, the cheque!’ purred Mr Henning down the phone.
When
they arrived there was quite a company there to greet them! There was old
Great-Grand-dad, his grandson Mr Philpot and his wife, the twins, of course,
and old Mr Finniston, sniffing a fight, his dull eyes bright this morning, for
the first time in years! He sat at the back, wondering what was going to
happen.
All
the Five were there too, Timmy wondering what the excitement was. He kept as
close to George as he could, and growled at Snippet every time the excited
little poodle came near. Snippet didn’t mind! He could always growl back!

‘Hallo,
folks!’ said Junior, in his usual jaunty manner. ‘How’s tricks?’
Nobody
answered except Timmy, and he gave a small growl, which made Junior skip out of
the way quickly. ‘You shut up,’ he said to Timmy.
‘Did
you have your breakfast in bed at the hotel, little boy?’ suddenly said George.
‘Do you remember the last time you had it in bed here, and Timmy pulled...’
‘Aw
shucks!’ said Junior, sulkily. ‘Skip it, sister!’ He subsided after that, and
sat down by his father. Then began a short, sharp and satisfactory meeting -
from Mr Philpot’s point of view!
‘Er
- Mr Philpot - it’s my very great pleasure to say that I have been advised by
Mr Durleston to offer you a further cheque for £250,’ said Mr Henning smoothly.
‘While we are rather disappointed in what appears to be in the cellars of the
castle, we feel it would only be fair to offer you the sum we suggested before.
Is that right, Mr Durleston?’
‘Absolutely,’
said Mr Durleston in a business-like voice, and glared round through his
horn-rimmed glasses. ‘I’ve the agreement here. Mr Henning is being very
generous. Very. The cellars are most disappointing.’
‘I’m
sorry about that,’ said Mr Philpot. ‘I hold a different opinion - and my
adviser, Mr Finniston, upholds me in this. We are going to excavate the site
ourselves, Mr Henning - and then, if any disappointment lies in wait, we shall
be the ones to suffer, not you.’
‘What’s
all this?’ said Mr Henning, glaring round. ‘Durleston, what do you say to that?
Bit of double-crossing, isn’t it?’
‘Offer
him £500,’ said Mr Durleston, looking startled at this unexpected set-back.
‘You
can offer me five thousand if you like, but I tell you, I prefer to do the
excavation myself on my own land,’ said Mr Philpot. ‘What is more, I will
return you the cheque you gave me yesterday - and as I intend to keep on the
men you engaged, I will pay them myself for their work. So do not trouble to dismiss
them. They will now be working for me.’
‘But
this is MONSTROUS!’ shouted Mr Henning, losing his temper, and jumping to his
feet. He banged on the table, and glared at Mr and Mrs Philpot. ‘What do you
expect to find in those derelict old cellars? We drilled right through
yesterday, and there’s practically nothing there! I made you a very generous
offer. I’ll raise it to a thousand pounds!’
‘No,’
said Mr Philpot, quietly. But Great-Grand-dad had had enough of Mr Henning’s
shouting and raging. He stood up too, and bellowed so loudly that everyone
jumped, and Timmy began to bark. Snippet at once fled to the kitchen cupboard
and hid there.
‘HA!
NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME!’ bellowed Greaat-Grand-dad. ‘This farm belongs to ME, and
my GRANDSON, and it’ll go to my GREAT GRANDSON, sitting yonder. A finer farm
there never was, and my family’s had it for hundreds of years - and sad it’s
been for me to see it go down hill for lack of money! But now I see money, much
money - down in those cellars! HA! All the money we want for tractors and
binders and combines and the Lord knows what! We don’t want your money. No,
SIR! You keep your dollars, you keep them. Offer me five thousand if you like,
and see what I’ll say!’
Mr
Henning turned swiftly and looked at Mr Durleston, who at once nodded. ‘Right!’
said the American to Great-Grand-dad. ‘Five thousand! Done?’
‘No!’
bawled Great-Grand-dad, enjoying himself more than he had done for years.
‘There’s gold down in those cellars - jewels - suits of armour - swords,
daggers, knives - all of them centuries old... and...’
‘Don’t
hand me stories like that,’ said Mr Henning, sneeringly. ‘You old fibber!’
Great-Grand-dad
banged his clenched fist down on the table and made everyone almost fall off
their chairs. ‘TWINS!’ he roared. ‘Fetch those things you got yesterday - go
on, fetch them here. I’ll show this American I’m no fibber!’
And
then, before the astounded eyes of Mr Henning and Mr Durleston, and of Junior,
too, the twins laid the gold coins, the jewellery, and the swords and knives on
the table. Mr Durleston stared as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.
‘Well
- what do you say to that?’ demanded Great-Grand-dad, banging on the table
again.
Mr
Durleston sat back and said one word. ‘Junk!’
Then
it was old Mr Finniston’s turn to stand up and say a few words! Mr Durleston,
who hadn’t noticed the quiet old man sitting at the back, was horrified to see
him there. He knew he was learned and knowledgeable, for he himself had tried
to pick his brains about the old castle-site.
‘Ladies
and gentlemen,’ said Mr Finniston, just as if he were addressing a
well-conducted meeting, ‘I regret to say that, speaking as a well-known
antiquarian, I do not consider that Mr Durleston knows what he is talking about
if he calls these articles junk! The things on the table are worth a small
fortune to any genuine collector. I could myself sell them in London tomorrow
for far more than any sum Mr Durleston has advised Mr Henning to offer. Thank
you, ladies and gentlemen!’
And
he sat down, bowing courteously to the assembled company. Anne felt as if she
wanted to clap him!
‘Well,
I don’t think there’s any more to say,’ said Mr Philpot, getting up. ‘If you’ll
tell me what hotel you’ll be staying at, Mr Henning, I’ll have your things sent
there. You will certainly not wish to stay here any longer!’
‘Pop,
I don’t wanna go, I wanna stay here!’ howled Junior, most surprisingly. ‘I
wanna see the cellars exca-exculpated! I wanna dig down! I wanna STAY!’
‘Well,
we don’t want you!’ said Harry, fiercely. ‘You and your peeping and prying and
listening and boasting and tale-bearing. Cissy-boy! Breakfast in bed! Can’t
clean his shoes! Howls when he can’t get his own way! Screams when...’
‘That’s
enough, Harry,’ said his mother sternly, looking quite shocked. ‘I don’t mind
Junior staying on if he’ll behave himself. It’s not his fault that all this has
happened.’
‘I
wanna stay!’ wept Junior, and kicked out peevishly under the table. He
unfortunately caught Timmy on the nose, and the dog rose in anger, growling and
showing his teeth. Junior fled for his life.
‘Do
you wanna stay now?’ shouted George, as he went, and the answer came back at
once.
‘NO!’
‘Well,
thanks, Timmy, for helping him to make up his mind,’ said George, and patted
the big dog.
Mr
Henning looked as if he were about to burst. ‘If that dog bites my boy, I’ll
have him put to sleep,’ he said.
‘Please
go,’ said Mrs Philpot, suddenly looking tired out. ‘I have a lot of baking to
do.’
‘I
shall take my time,’ said Mr Henning, pompously. ‘I will not be turned out
suddenly, as if I hadn’t paid my bills.’
‘Seen
this sword, Henning?’ said old Great-Grand-dad, suddenly, and snatched from the
table the big sword that he so much liked. ‘Beauty, isn’t it? The men of old
knew how to deal with their enemies, didn’t they? They swung at them like this
- and like THIS - and...’
‘Here,
stop! You’re dangerous! That sword nearly cut me!’ cried Mr Henning in a sudden
panic. ‘WILL you put it down?’
‘No.
It’s mine. I’m not selling this,’ said Great-Grand-dad, swinging the sword
again. It hit the light-bulb above his head, and the glass fell with a clatter.
Mr Durleston deserted Mr Henning and fled out of the kitchen at top speed,
colliding violently with Bill, who was just coming in.
‘Look
out - he’s mad - that old man’s mad!’ shouted Mr Durleston.
Mr
Henning fled too. Great-Grand-dad pursued him to the door, breathing blood and
thunder, and the two dogs barked in delight. Everyone began to laugh helplessly.
‘Grand-dad
- what’s got into you?’ said Mr Philpot, as the old fellow swung the sword
again, his eyes bright, a broad grin on his wrinkled old face.
‘Nothing!
I just thought that only this sword would get rid of those fellows.  JUNK! Ha - wish I’d thought of that when they were here!
JUNK! William Finniston, did you hear that?’
‘Now
you put that sword down before you damage it,’ said Mr Finniston, who knew how
to manage Great-Grand-dad, ‘and you and I will go down to the old inn and talk
over what we’re going to do about all this treasure trove. You just put that
sword down first - NO, Grand-dad, I am NOT going to take you into the inn
carrying that sword!’
Mrs
Philpot heaved a sigh of relief when the two old fellows went off down the
lane, leaving the sword safely behind. She sat down, and, to the children’s
horror, began to cry!
‘Now,
now - don’t take any notice of me!’ she said, when the twins ran to her in
dismay. ‘I’m crying for joy - to have got rid of them - and to know I’ve not
got to pinch and scrape any more - or to take in visitors. To think that your
Dad can buy the farm machinery he wants - and... oh dear, what a baby I am,
acting like this!’
‘I
say, Mrs Philpot - would you like us to leave too?’ asked Anne, suddenly
realizing that she and the others were ranked as ‘visitors’, and must have been
an added burden for poor Mrs Philpot.
‘Oh
no, my dear, no - you’re not really visitors, you’re friends!’ said Mrs
Philpot, smiling through her tears. ‘And what’s more I shan’t charge your
mothers a single penny for having you here - see what good fortune you’ve
brought us!’
‘All
right - we’ll stay. We’d love to,’ said Anne. ‘We wouldn’t miss seeing what
else is down in those castle cellars for anything. Would we, George?’
‘Gosh
no!’ said George. ‘We want to be in on everything. This is just about the most
exciting adventure we’ve ever had!’
‘We
always say that!’ said Anne. ‘But the nice part about this one is - it isn’t
finished yet! We’ll be able to go and watch the workmen and their drills. We’ll
be able to help in moving all the exciting old things out of their hiding
places - we’ll hear what prices you get for them - and see the new tractor!
Honestly, I really do believe the second part of this adventure will be better
than the first! Don’t you think so, Timmy?’
‘WOOF!’
said Timmy, and wagged his tail so hard that he knocked Snippet right over.
Well,
good-bye, Five! Enjoy the rest of your adventures, and have a good time - and
do make sure that Grand-dad is careful with that great old sword!


Github: jaemu.github.io
One of the biggest weaknesses I have is putting pen to paper, finger to keyboard, etc. without getting overwhelmed by trying to organize something that isn’t even there. Even in writing, my comfort zone was always editing and not content creation (I blame this background for my preference for hunting bugs and re-organizing code than architecting an application from scratch). I think as you get more knowledge without constantly exercising that knowledge with repeated exercise this becomes incredibly common.
As a primarily front-end developer, this overthinking paralysis has stricken me every time I’ve tried making a personal site. I’ve experimented with different blog engines, tried rolling my own, even tried just hard-coding static html pages as a thought experiment to try and identify the different pain points that were causing me to throw in the towel every time.
All in all, I learned several things about myself and side projects in general:
Lesson 0 - You might not need (javascript|insert favorite language here)
When I first started thinking about what I needed, I started looking into Ghost, which is a full blog engine with a ton of features out of the box, 3rd-party plugins, etc. Ghost is great and from my little time with it, seems like the kind of thing that could really fit the use case of needing a blog engine.
Once I started getting set up with it though, I realized that for what I wanted (a personal site to host blog posts, images, and project pages) I didn’t really need a full-fledged backend and thus didn’t really need a server to serve content. What I really wanted was something that generated static content and could be served from something like AWS S3 or Github.
This was an important realization for me because one of my major problems was just identifying what it was that I wanted to build. Even though I could run a self-hosted instance of Ghost, that required a lot of additional configuration and setup that while not difficult per se was an additional headache (not even going into my gun-shyness with securing a public web server after a fiasco with an EC2 instance that I was running for a network security project of all things).
Even though I was completely comfortable with nodejs and have been working on an incredibly dyanmic single-page application entirely in javascript, the things that nick.com need to do vs. what I wanted my site to do were wildly different in scope and complexity.
I learned not to overcomplicate things just for the sake of “learning” and to make the right thing for the right task.
Lesson 1: While not always the right way to go, doing something the hard way first teaches you a lot about what you’re trying to build
I wish I could say that I learned my lesson and continued on without making things overly complex.
Instead, I thought “well I can write my own static site generator for nodejs! With recursion and partials and more!”
As an experiment to figure out what features I would need to do so, I tried hand-rolling my own site. In hindsight, this is like milking a cow to figure out how to make an ice cream machine but hindsight.
At the very least, I identified some pain points:
- Re-usable HTML templates and partials are not just a nice to have, they are a necessity. Otherwise, woe is the developer trying to keep an ever-growing number of static files consistently pointing to the right file references, using the same class names for elements across pages, etc.
- Writing a static HTML generator is foolhardy for several reasons, least of which is the existence of Markdown compilers. I realized one of the biggest advantages of using Markdown is that not only is there a common language that compiles to the same elements, but it gives you the freedom to use inline HTML when absolutely necessary.
- Writing responsive CSS from scratch is a pain. I don’t care how long you have been doing front-end development, writing clean, maintainable, working CSS without Less/Stylus/Sass and a framework is an exercise in frustration.
There were probably many more, but that was about as far as I got before having a conversation with my friend Rob about what I was trying to do. He suggested hugo.
Lesson 2: Done is better than perfect, or why you shouldn’t give up on something the first time it doesn’t work the way you expect it to.
Getting started with hugo was extremely easy.
brew install hugo
Figuring out what to do from there was not as easy. Hugo expects to create a new folder within the current directory of
hugo new site (sitename)
and if that folder already exists, throws an error. If it were me, I would have created a new site within that folder or at least created an option to pass a flag that indicates that this is what I want to do, especially when migrating content from an existing github repo that has the strict requirement of having the name (github_name).github.io.
Once I got past that, I stumbled on the configuration bit. Hugo expects a config.(toml|yaml|json) file, but not all of the params are documented. This becomes a problem when trying to add data to partials because some data is global in scope but others like custom params are under the .Site.Params namespace. This is all that I was able to find, and while most of the params are documented some are given no explanation.
There is also some reduntant functionality. In the config file, you can specify which theme you want to use but you can also compile your project with
hugo -t (theme_name)
which is fine, but again not super well documented as to why you would want to use one and not the other.
My point is, it’s ok to struggle with a tool out of the box. The beauty of open source is that if something doesn’t work the way you intend it to, look at the source and if you think it’s wrong then change it.
Lesson 3: Configuration is important. Flexible configuration is a god-send.
One of my favorite parts about hugo is the configurable folder structure. Currently I’m publishing to the project root directory (bad), but in the config file I can specify all of the directories I want to use and where I want hugo to publish those files. I ran into this issue with Octopress awhile ago and found the “use this file structure” heavyhandedness really inflexible so this feature was a nice surprise.
Lesson 4: There are hackfixes in every project.
When I first tried to deploy the site to github, all of my static file references were 404ing even though they were in the right directories. I realized after a tiny bit of digging that when you run
hugo server
it replaces the baseurl param with “localhost:1313” and puts this all over your site so that static file references work locally. This is extremely heavyhanded (what if I don’t have localhost in /etc/hosts and I don’t have permissions to change that file? Hypothetical.) for a few reasons. I guess you could get around this by not using absolute paths to reference your static content, but that seems rather opinionated.
Conclusions
I ran into a few other issues (static files not being copied over into my publish dir frrom my theme folder, customizing the theme, etc.) but all in all I found hugo easy to work with if a bit under-documented. Most of its power comes from its tiny footprint, speed, and flexible configuration. I don’t mind the hard dependency on Go, but I can see that being a drawback for some (although I find Go configuration and package management much easier to manage than, say, python but I could be biased because I am using a mac with a default python installed and having to remember where python vs python2.7 vs python3 look for their packages is frustrating at best).
This is one person’s experience with one tool, so please take any opinions here with a grain of salt. However, the lessons learned here apply to any project.


scc
Tool written in Go that counts lines of code.
More information: home page
- Print lines of code in the current directory:
scc
- Print lines of code in the target directory:
scc path/to/directory
- Display output for every file:
scc --by-file
- Display output using a specific output format (defaults to `tabular`):
scc --format tabular|wide|json|csv|cloc-yaml|html|html-table
- Only count files with specific file extensions:
scc --include-ext go, java, js
- Exclude directories from being counted:
scc --exclude-dir home pagegit,.hg
- Display output and sort by column (defaults to by files):
scc --sort files|name|lines|blanks|code|comments|complexity
- Print help for scc:
scc -h


KDIBorderedView
@protocol KDIBorderedView <NSObject>
KDIBorderedView is a protocol that describes a view that can display borders around its content. On iOS, CALayer sublayers are used to display the borders in conforming classes (KDIView, KDITextField, KDITextView, KDIButton, KDILabel). On macOS, drawRect: is overriden to display the borders in conforming classes (KDIView).
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Set and get the border options of the receiver.
The default is KDIBorderOptionsNone.
See
KDIBorderOptionsWarning
Changes to this property do not affect the intrinsicContentSize of the receiverDeclaration
Objective-C
@required @property (nonatomic, assign, unsafe_unretained, readwrite) KDIBorderOptions borderOptions;
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Undocumented
Declaration
Objective-C
@property (nonatomic) CGFloat borderWidth
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Set and get whether the borderWidth of the receiver respects the screen scale of the receiver. If YES, this borderWidth will scale appropriately on retina screens. For example, a borderWidth of 1.0 would display as 2.0 on a retina screen.
The default is NO.
Warning
Changes to this property do not affect the intrinsicContentSize of the receiverDeclaration
Objective-C
@required @property (nonatomic, assign, unsafe_unretained, readwrite) BOOL borderWidthRespectsScreenScale;
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Undocumented
Declaration
Objective-C
@property (nonatomic) UIEdgeInsets borderEdgeInsets
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Undocumented
Declaration
Objective-C
@property (strong, nonatomic, null_resettable) UIColor *borderColor
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Undocumented
Declaration
Objective-C
- (void)setBorderColor:(nullable UIColor *)borderColor animated:(BOOL)animated;


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by Christina Chortaria at 2023-04-03 12:20:09.@kayiwa @mzelesky and I have tested the alma and almasftp account connection to lib-sftp-staging1.We were able to send files from the Alma sandbox to lib-sftp-staging1. Events were created in bibdata-staging but no files were transferred. @christinach is looking into why files were not transferred from lib-sftp-staging1 to bibdata-alma-staging1
notes from the meeting. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Tyaltv3JWkfcu-SiROfGAEEso7ynMpugUM_wzQjP3ng/edit
@kayiwa will schedule a follow up meeting this week to test the recent updates.
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by Francis Kayiwa at 2023-04-03 17:14:06.One trend I may be seeing is that the incorrect subjects seem to have multiple subfield z's in them, and I'm not seeing that with the records that have correct subjects, but I haven't done a systematic analysis, just a quick survey.
An example that is on both production and staging / sandbox environments is https://catalog.princeton.edu/catalog/99125398364906421 / https://catalog-staging.princeton.edu/catalog/99125398364906421
I think the issue is with the gsub in this line, when the geographic subdivision repeats a term that is already in the main subject term.
Record xml:
xml
<datafield tag="650" ind1=" " ind2="0">
<subfield code="a">Indians of Mexico</subfield>
<subfield code="z">Mexico</subfield>
<subfield code="z">Hidalgo (State)</subfield>
<subfield code="x">Antiquities</subfield>
<subfield code="v">Congresses.</subfield>
</datafield>
Bibdata code:
ruby
heading = heading.gsub(" #{s_field.value}", "#{SEPARATOR}#{s_field.value}") if split_on_subfield.include?(s_field.code)
At this point in the code: ```ruby heading = "Indians of Mexico Mexico Hidalgo (State) Antiquities Congresses." sfield.value = "Mexico" sfield.code = "z" splitonsubfield.include?(s_field.code) = true
heading = "Indians of Mexico Mexico Hidalgo (State) Antiquities Congresses.".gsub(" Mexico", "#{SEPARATOR}Mexico"
heading = "Indians of—Mexico—Mexico Hidalgo (State) Antiquities Congresses."
heading = "Indians of—Mexico—Mexico—Hidalgo (State)—Antiquities—Congresses" ```
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by None at 2023-04-03 17:45:26.We stopped this from happening in https://github.com/pulibrary/figgy/pull/5695, but this is a cleanup job.
Try to fix this for everything that's a child of a scanned resource
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I've updated the code to use a safe value for the id of the HTML elements (based on the full path of the name) that prevents issue with any non-alphanumeric characters in the name.
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Extended
How Data Visualization is used in real life, and where to go after finishing the tutorial.
In action
- Bit.ly’s Chief Dat Scientist, Hilary Mason, speaks about understanding the world in real time with data science.
- Hans Rosling has given many great TED talks about stunning ways to present data.
- Even websites like Mint.com use visualization to help folks understand their spending.
Where to go from here
Challenge yourself
Try parsing and graphing different sets of data. You will need to adjust the parsing & graphing scripts to adjust for the layout and context of whatever data you choose. Some sources of data you may be interested in:
If you really feel like a challenge, check out Kaggle for data-related competitions.
Additional Python libraries
- pandas – provides high-performance, easy-to-use data structures and data analysis tools for the Python programming language.
- NetworkX – a Python language software package for the creation, manipulation, and study of the structure, dynamics, and functions of complex networks.
- Mayavi – 3D scientific data visualization and plotting in Python.
Books, readings, and websites
- Beginning Python Visualization – Crafting Visual Transformation Scripts
- Mining the Social Web – Analyzing Data from Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and Other Social Media Sites
- SciPy and NumPy – Optimizing & Boosting your Python Programming
- Python for Data Analysis
- Visual.ly – create data visualizations and infographics
- Some awesome data visualizations in action:


Choropleth map of the 1906 Census of Religion
Percent religious denomination per Capita in each state/territory
Click on a state or denomination for more information.


Edward Zhou's Movie Database App
Browse action movies
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My average 5km over the last 4 weeks.


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Super class of StrongDistance and WeakDistance. More...
Public Member Functions | |
| def | __init__ (self, curve_1_file, curve_2_file) |
| Protected - filepath of file containing first curve. More... | |
| def | __str__ (self, name_) |
| Formatted string containing curve filepaths and child class name. More... | |
| def | getFileNames (self) |
| Use to get filepaths of curves. More... | |
| def | getEpsilon (self) |
| Use to get last input of epsilon. More... | |
Super class of StrongDistance and WeakDistance.
Class should not be used as a standalone object. Used in seperate modules to check if StrongDistance and WeakDistance are instances of Distance
| def pyfrechet.distance.Distance.__init__ | ( | self, | |
| curve_1_file, | |||
| curve_2_file | |||
| ) |
Protected - filepath of file containing first curve.
Protected - filepath of file containing first curve.
Protected - last input of epsilon set to class.
Should be only called by sub classes.
| self | Object pointer. |
| curve_1_file | Filepath of curve one. |
| curve_2_file | Filepath of curve one. |
| def pyfrechet.distance.Distance.__str__ | ( | self, | |
| name_ | |||
| ) |
Formatted string containing curve filepaths and child class name.
| self | Object pointer. |
| name_ | Name of sub class. |
| def pyfrechet.distance.Distance.getEpsilon | ( | self | ) |
Use to get last input of epsilon.
| self | Object pointer. |
| def pyfrechet.distance.Distance.getFileNames | ( | self | ) |
Use to get filepaths of curves.
| self | Object pointer. |


JavaScript Test Classwork
I made a list of all the JavaScript-Test files that we had in class:
Function Basics
Function Input
JavaScript Arrays
Object Choices
Radio Choices


Karl G. wrote:You can maximize the window and it'll stretch the image for ya. This reduces the quality a bit but it makes editing easier.
The other things I'll think on how to do. Highlighting the active tile--you mean highlighting what's under your mouse?
The undo-buffer has always been a problem but I can work on that.
There's little chance of a scroll bar, because windows controls + directX do not get along well.
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I am Francisco Revilla. I write software for
Phoenix Contact Cyber Security
and play and coach Touch Rugby in
Berlin.
The projects page is a nice place to see some of my work,
but you can also view my resume.


Part of band structures of (a) bulk, (b) 7-chain, (c) triple, (d) double, and (e) single SCAC(s) V 2Se 9 from point M to point Γ. The zero energy is shifted to the maximum energy of valence band. The structures are optimized by the Perdew–Burke–Ernzerhof (PBE) method with the DFT-D3 energy correction. Inset graphics represent the corresponding optimized structures of bulk and few-chain V 2Se 9.


finbars with real content
Listening for
finbars with virtual content
Listening for
system scrollbars


Tel: +86<PHONE_NUMBER>8
Email<EMAIL_ADDRESS>University of Melbourne 2018/2 - 2019/12
School of Computation and Information Systems
Master of Information Technology (Distributed Computing)
University of Liverpool 2015/9 - 2017/7
Department of Electrical and Electronic Engineering
Bachelor of Electronic Engineering
Xi'an Jiaotong Liverpool University 2013/9 - 2015-7
Department of Electrical and Electronic Engineering
Bachelor if Electrical Engineering
Algolib Ltd 2017/7 - 2018/2
Web Developer
Developping a european pricing engine using Django, jQuery and MySQL.
Transwarp 2020/3 - now
PaaS Developer
Transwarp Data Cloud
MediumKube is a commandline tool that simplifies local deployment of kubernetes cluster. It's powered by multipass or libvirt.
*libvirt backend is under development.
Pathfinder is a customized kubernetes controller that automatically register services to a centralized place (CRD) so that user can do service registration declaratively by adding annotations to their services.
Trovu is a DNS service that talks to Pathfinder directly. It collects registered services from Pathfinder and provide DNS to services by implementing xDS protocol(cluster discovery). It alleviates the stress of control plane using snapshots.
*This project still need huge amount of research and development


If you get to know me, you'll learn that I love open source software; contributing and consuming. I've curated the following list of open source projects I'm working on.
If you get to know me, you'll learn that I love open source software; contributing and consuming. I've curated the following list of open source projects I'm working on.
Ready to start your next project with me? Curious what I am up to? Have a food, film, or music recommendation?